This is a song about "Justin and chris are lovers"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

But i see other people every day with their lovers

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I got a friend named chris rent

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first